The black Maybach S-Class rolled through the immaculate streets of Geneva, its glossy body glinting beneath the late morning sun.
Nick drove with steady and professional hands. Mason was seated silently beside him, while Liam leaned back in the rear seat, gazing out at the passing scenery.
Though he tried to appear calm, his heart carried quite a bit of anticipation.
A bit? Wrong! A lot!
Where he was going to was the Rothschild Private Vault.
According to the information he got about the facility from Daniel, it was a place whispered about in very low voices in the uppermost tiers of finance as a fortress for the world's greatest fortunes. To most, it was a rumor. To the rare few invited, it was reality.
Elite bankers called it the "vault for the vault owners."
It was not a branch office and it was no ordinary safe deposit room tucked into the basement of a commercial bank.
